Lately, I have been asking myself “what do I want to be when I grow up?” Thinking about it has raised another question. As a society we seem to have made this question mean the same as “What do I want to DO when I grow up?” BOTH of these questions are just the same way of asking “How do you make money?”
I’m not going to go off on the obsession with money, it’s not quite the point. But why do this? Why do we need to base our selves on our jobs? There are some cases where this can be true: Doctor, Nurse, Teacher, Pope… But for the most part our jobs are just small parts of our lives; hopefully.
Yes, I am an engineer; but that is just my education and my job. This is not the soul definition of me, though. I am so much more. In fact, for years my job has seemed to be at odds with how I live the rest of my life and how I perceive myself. Right now the engineer gig is at an all-time low for me which is leading to this existential rambling. So many questions.
What do I want to be BE?
- I want to be happy.
- I want to be a wise-ass.
- I want to be a good friend.
- I want to be a good man.
What do I want to DO? I have so many ideas of things I want to do:
- I want do Improv Comedy
- I want to start a new political party
- I want to publish a book
- I want to act in a play
- I want to learn the cello
- I want to shake the willfully ignorant awake
- I want to make people jealous of my life
- I want to punch the GOP in the face
- I want to sing better
- I want to make people regret being assholes to me
- I want to get people to whom I was an asshole to forgive me
- I want to run a non-profit
- I want to start a social movement that changes the world
But how many of these can realistically be turned into a job? Damned if I know. That’s a much harder question right now.